Rescue Little White Flower

What could be more ironic than seeing a man who would shiver and kneel in front of him because he broke a cup, but now he is kneeling as a sinner, holding the imperial decree and proclaiming his crime?

Shen Qingrong felt that her entire throat was hot when she was dragged down by the Imperial Guard with offense.

"Shen Qingwei, how dare you, how dare you—"

She screamed, hysterically insulting, like a lunatic who had lost her mind.

Her throat was sweet, and her always elegant and beautiful voice became broken, like a shabby erhu, pulling out a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

Shen Qingwei, who was unfolding the imperial edict, raised her eyes and looked at the kneeling person.

All the people kneeling on the ground are, to some extent, her family.

Her stepmother, her younger siblings, and—her father.

Looking across the puzzled and angry younger brothers and sisters, and across the stepmother with a vicious face and vicious eyes, Shen Qingwei's gaze finally fell to the man who was kneeling in the forefront, who was also the closest to her.

Shen Yihuan.

Her father.

The prime minister of Daqing.

The man she had been looking forward to for more than ten years.

She once hoped that he could hold himself in his arms and lift it up high like every ordinary father; she once longed that he would touch his head like he did to Shen Qingrong and say that Qing Wei is true Great; she once imagined that on the day of marriage, he would sit in Gaotang's position and accept her and her future husband's bow with a smile on his face, and wish her a new life...

At this moment, these hopes, these longings, and these fantasies all turned into bubbles the moment she stepped into Shen's house with the imperial edict.

She remembered what the emperor had said when he called her alone last night.

At that time, she was kneeling on the ground, and even though there was a layer of carpet, the cold of bluestone and brick in the winter still seeped into her knees through the clothes.

The emperor stood in front of him.

She heard him ask: "Shen Qingwei, what is your choice?"

Should he continue to be a Shen family and use his feats of investigating private salt to keep his head on the item, or abandon the Shen family, righteously destroy his relatives, and become the lone minister in the hands of the emperor?

This is not a multiple-choice question at all—for Shen Qingwei, the previous option didn't exist when she held Zhao Xingyue's imperial decree in her hands.

She can hand over what she has investigated to others and let others accept her merits, but she can also wipe out the traces of righteousness and death for her, so that her conscience, no, no, to be precise, it is to change her reputation. It has to look good.

But what's the point of that?

Even if there is no record in the history books after a thousand years that she has done such a thing, can she really treat it as if nothing happened?

She can't.

She would rather be pierced on the backbone in the history books, she would also go to Shen's mansion with the emperor's imperial decree and pronounce the fate of the Shen family.

When certain things are destined to be unchangeable, maximizing the benefits is the best choice.

Looking at her father, Shen Qingwei realized that the omnipotent man in her mind was actually very old.

When he knelt down in front of her, she realized that he was actually not tall at all, and looked no different from ordinary men outside.

His white temples are the traces of time. Power did not allow him to receive preferential treatment in time. The old man who should come has never let him go because he controls the destiny of a country.

Shen Qingwei's hand holding the imperial edict was trembling, but she still slowly unfolded it-at a slow, but indisputable speed.

...

Zhao Xingyue has no doubt that Shen Qingwei will hate herself.

She understands Shen Qingwei.

Even though the two people have been together for more than a year, she may know Shen Qingwei more than she herself.

That is a child with a soft heart.

Extreme lack of love and lack of attention, so Zhao Xingyue was able to become the person she trusted and relied on the most in the shortest possible time.

For an old immortal who has lived for thousands of years, this is really not a means worth boasting about, but just... a little use of people's hearts.

She didn't like it, but she had to.

A vague feeling was clamoring to tell her that if she wanted to change Shen Qingwei's destiny, this was the best way to do it.

From the root, cut off all the connections between the evil spirits and her.

It’s not that she can’t teach Shen Qingwei’s women’s tricks, let her fight against Shen Qingrong after she gets married, and play Shen Qingrong, who is a devil, in her palms, but in this way, Shen Qingwei she has cultivated and new evil What's the difference between ghosts.

It's not that she can't let others deal with Shen Yihuan and the Shen family, but with Shen Qingwei's soft heart, she will definitely beg for Shen Xiang or Shen's family, even if it is Shen Qingrong, she probably hopes that the other party can live well-even if the other party No matter how bad the attitude toward her is.

"Aqin, do you think I'm too cruel?"

The maid who was asked paused, and then replied without hesitation: "No, your majesty, you just know how to do the best."

What is the best...

Zhao Xingyue curled her lips and looked out the window.

Today’s weather is rare and clear, and the sky is clear and clean, as if it has been washed.

The red plum outside the window was blooming just right, and the red petals fell with the wind, rose leisurely, and fell on the ground again.

Yes, she knows how to do the best.

She never doubted this, even if Shen Qingwei hated her.

She took a petal that fell in her palm, curled her fingers, and held it in her hand.

The soft petals are like the delicate lips of a girl, kissing her palm.

She sneered, feeling ridiculous for her unprovoked metaphor, and threw the petals out.

...

Serious felony evidence, not to mention convicting Shen Yihuan of a fall in the autumn, is more than enough to convict him of eighteen levels of hell.

When these crimes were thrown onto the court by the dark-faced emperor, the court was almost turbulent.

And what he threw out was not all, some of the crimes were suspected and should not be made public.

At least it should not be made public now.

After all, even if it has been latent for ten years, the huge power group established by Shen Yihuan cannot be completely disintegrated in a day or two. Although they can disintegrate the uppermost group, they must ensure the normal operation of the lower group to maintain The stability of the country.

At this time, some relatively insignificant things appear to be less prominent.

Anyway, for an emperor who could endure it for ten years and settle accounts after the fall, it would not be a big deal to endure it for a few more years.

His lifespan is still very long, and the days he wants to sit on the throne are still very long. What he has is time and energy to clean up these people.

"The minister accepts the order."

Seeing her father's raised hand, Shen Qingwei took a few breaths before she stabilized her trembling hand and handed out the imperial edict in her hand.

Just now, she announced the fate of Shen Yihuan and all the adult males of the Shen family Ding Qiuhou Wenzhan, as well as the will of all women except her for exile.

Someone sobbed, Shen Qingwei saw that several of her younger brothers were already pale, even the youngest, a younger brother who was not yet ten years old, after realizing what had happened, she rolled her eyes in fright and knelt down. The aunt next to him fell into her arms.

And her former arrogant stepmother, leaning on her daughter, closed her eyes, apparently fainted.

Seeing the ugliness of these people, she should have felt happy, just like when Zhao Xingyue vented her anger at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner.

She should have felt it.

But at this time, there was no joy or pain in her chest, only a huge sense of emptiness, like being hollowed out by some monster, occupying her entire torso.

She didn't know how she got out of Shen Xiang's mansion, but when she recovered, she was already standing outside the gate of the princess's mansion.

The door slowly opened. After the silent servant opened the door for her, he hid aside. Oncoming, was the shadow wall behind the door. The phoenix hovering above the nine-day sky looked over her high, seemingly Mocking her innocence and cowardice.

She turned and left.

"gone?"

"Yes."

"Send some gifts, just say it's a gift for Master Shen to open a mansion."

...

The tunnels of the celestial cell were deep and tortuous, and howls and roars came from the bottomless darkness.

The impact of the iron chain, the rat's crawling sound, and the rapid breathing sound became more and more clear after the real approach to this jail.

The air was filled with the smell of rotten, and the jailer who opened the door for Shen Qingwei frowned and said flatly: "Master Shen, the smell inside may not smell very good. Please forgive me, forgive me."

Shen Qingwei nodded indifferently.

The jailer stepped aside to make way for her.

After she entered, the jailer dropped the lock and said something offended to her.

This is the celebrity around the emperor and the eldest princess, who can't be offended.

Who can imagine that a woman, a stinky little girl, could get the attention of the emperor and the eldest princess. She traveled thousands of miles away alone to search for her father’s criminal evidence, and then presented it to the court, becoming a downfaller The last straw.

Shen Qingwei indifferently walked through the cages one after another, ignoring the hideous, crazy-headed people who rushed towards her one after another.

She didn't seem to hear their roars, nor could she see their horror. The steps under her feet were always calm and steady.

She came to the end.

Hearing footsteps, the person lying on the bed moved a little.

Shen Qingwei put her hand on the railing and shouted, "Father."